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Xenophobia: Violence Erupts in South Africa

In the wake of economic turmoil in neighboring countries, South Africa has experienced a spike in immigration in recent years. Zimbabwe alone has seen an exodus of over 2 million, with many people looking for a better life in South Africa. This influx of immigrants and refugees has led to violence, looting and murder in some of South Africa’s poorest areas. In the past week over 40 people have been killed and 28,000 made homeless as anti-immigrant violence has escalated in the townships su read

Same As the Old Boss

Looks like apartheid wasn’t the biggest problem in South Africa: The army was deployed Thursday to help quell anti-foreigner violence that has killed at least 42 people and shredded South Africa’s reputation as the continent’s economic and political bastion of stability. South Africans are struggling to buy food as prices rise amid stubbornly high unemployment, and many complain the government hasn’t worked fast enough to build houses, schools and hospitals for the black majority. Foreigners read

South African xenophobic rampages

The anti-foreigner violence in South Africa has taken me by surprise. I never thought I'd see necklacing or police opening fire in townships again. Anyone who can remember the shocking scenes of cruelty, barbarism and mayhem from the apartheid era and the run-up to their first proper election will view the recent scenes with total dismay. This is a very sad time. Ultimately the ANC government must be responsible for: Police inaction Immigrant numbers Poverty and employment alleviation (unempl read

Angry SA niggers seek out foreigners [other niggers]

All this mob violence reminds me of the old ANC: the mob has even brought back the practice of necklacing.. . Just goes to show that immigration can lead to tension, if not explosive violence, and should be stopped on the grounds of public health and safety… read

The Army In The Townships?

Like many white South Africans before me I did my military service in the 1980’s, I was fortunate never to have been involved in combat and the closest I came to the border was the border between Johannesburg and Pretoria. I returned over the next few years to do ‘camps’, a short term call up to supplement the armed forces. It was on one of these camps that I was stationed as a radio controller in Shoshanguve, west of Pretoria. Those were the days of the struggle and the Rooi Geware (The Red Da read